A Missing Soul

Chapter 21

                                                  Soul's POV

I sit in my seat next to row after row of students; raising hands, answering questions, some just muttering to eachother. 

But their words are cut out by my thoughts. All I can see is Professor Stein sitting backwards in his chair talking softly but sturnly to the class. I let his voice grow softer and softer until all that was left was silence. 

I stared at the wall behind him. I tried to concentrate on that wall; its colors, its markings, its texture. It helped me zone out from other things. 

I look down at my wrist and move it around. After 6 months, the sling was taken off and I was able to return to class...well...forced to return to class. I didn't want to, but Lord Death insisted I return on a normal schedule...for my own sake.

So I sat, and watched, and studied. But never, not even once, raised my arm. 

Suddenly everyone began to rise from their seats and walk down the stairs towards the door. I grab my book and out it under my arm before standing up from the seat and walking down the steps.

I begin to hear quick footsteps gettting louder in the hall. It stopped at the door, and standing in the doorway was Spirit. He was breathing heavily as if he just ran for miles. He looked down at me and said, "Soul...she's awake"